Hell Emperor.

Chapter 275: Shura Jie - Trump Card
At the side of the venue, Su Miao also heard Ren Changhong's words and couldn't help but have a complicated expression.

After all, Su Miao is the 99th generation descendant of Xuannv, and knows much more about the secrets of the sect than Ren Changhong.

Upon learning that her past was so tortuous, Su Miao couldn't help but open her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but because the competition was still going on, she was unable to say it in the end.

Ren Changhong knelt down on his knees, drew out the Frost Sword, and planned to commit suicide in order to seek forgiveness from the Lord of the Demon Palace.

Seeing this, Ye Jie clenched his fist tightly, refusing to let this happen no matter what, and grabbed Ren Changhong's hand that was about to swing the sword.

Ren Changhong raised his head, his black hair slightly messy, with a helpless and puzzled look, but he heard Ye Jie solemnly say: "The time is not right yet, let's try again!"

"But..." Ren Changhong pursed his lips, "Her Highness Moro finally gave us a chance to survive. If we disappoint her again, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive."

"If you can't survive, I'll die with you!" Ye Jie gritted his teeth. Now that things have come to this, how could he watch Ren Changhong die alone while he himself lived in shame? No matter what, he had to try one last time.

Seeing Ye Jie's determination, what else could Ren Changhong not let go of? She bit her lip hard, then gave Ye Jie a sure look, and heard Ye Jie's firm words in her ears: "Mingling Divine Decisive Decision!"

The brilliance was condensed, pure white as snow, and bright as the moon. It once again spread out behind Ye Jie, adding a bit of extraordinary momentum to him.

Compared with the last evolution, the Qi Guan Chang Hong Pendant has undergone obvious changes, and the aura has become deeper and heavier, which symbolizes that the bond between the two people has become inseparable.

Feeling the level of the Qiguanchanghong Pendant, Ye Jie finally let out a long sigh.

There is still a gap between the Qi Guan Chang Hong Gua breaking through to the fourth level and becoming a third-level divine weapon. The gap seems small, but it is like an insurmountable chasm blocking the two of them. No matter how hard they try, they can hardly break through.

"how so……"

Ye Jie gritted his teeth secretly, a look of disappointment on his face.

He originally thought that after the two of them had known each other, the Qi Guan Chang Hong Gua would at least reach the artifact level. However, the current reality gave him a ruthless blow. It was not so easy to transform the Ming Ling magic weapon into an artifact level one!

"Is it because I'm not honest enough? Ren Changhong still doesn't know my secret until now, or is it because of something else..."

Ye Jie kept thinking, but no matter how hard he tried, the result did not change at all.

He and Xia Wei shared life and death, and burned their souls. The final grade of the Nether Spirit Magical Weapon was just the third grade. Now, how can these few words replace the decision of having no regrets even in death?

Could it be that this competition will ultimately end in failure, and one of him and Ren Changhong must die in order to appease the anger of the Lord of the Demon Palace?
Just when Ye Jie was feeling distressed, he heard a loud slapping sound next to his ear. Following the sound, he saw that it was Lin Hanyan who took advantage of the situation and rushed to the bottom of the competition venue. She was stopped by the tight protective shield and was slapping on it again and again.

Lin Hanyan's actions also caused an uproar around her:
"Who is she? Why is she interfering with the competition?"

"Looking at the mask on her face, she should be Shura! Could it be that the Demon Palace can't stand losing and is planning to cheat?"

"Where's the guard? Send her away quickly, don't let her interfere with the competition!"

Seeing the ghosts from the Netherworld Palace surrounding them and about to cast the Soul Binding Rope to capture Lin Hanyan completely, Ye Jie hurriedly stepped forward to stop their behavior: "Wait a minute, she is my friend, let her come over."

After hearing what Ye Jie said, the ghost officials around him were stunned. This competition indeed had no restrictions on replacing people during the competition, but it was the first time they saw someone just barging into the stage and slapping the protective magic circle with his hands with the intention of going on stage.

Su Miao was slightly stunned: "There is a helper? Wait a minute... Is she the Shura who was attacked before? Could it be that Shura Jie agreed to take on the bait mission just for her?"

Su Miao recognized Lin Hanyan's identity at a glance, and a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes. Lin Hanyan's arrival undoubtedly added some variables to the already determined results of the competition.

Seeing Lin Hanyan arrive at such a critical moment, Ye Jie breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little confused: "Aren't you recovering from your injuries? The last time I saw you, you couldn't even move..."

Lin Hanyan snorted: "My injury is almost healed, and you didn't even say you would come to see me..."

Ye Jie shook his head helplessly. During this period of time, his energy was focused on the transformation of the Nether Spirit Divine Art and repairing the injuries of the Nether Butterfly. He did not pay attention to how Lin Hanyan was recovering. Now, he saw that she was almost recovered under the careful care of the Nether Spirit Palace.

"By the way...why are you here?" Ye Jie asked.

Lin Hanyan blinked, the answer was obvious: "Of course I'm here to help you! Su Miao has three Netherworld magic weapons, and you only have two. There's no way you can win the competition. In this case, use my power."

"You..." Ye Jie looked embarrassed. Although Lin Hanyan's intentions were good, he knew nothing about the dark spiritual magic weapon that Lin Hanyan could transform into.

It should be noted that the quality of the magic weapon of the underworld is only related to the bond between the two people. If the bond is not strong enough, no matter how high one's own cultivation is, the quality of the magic weapon will be terribly low.

What made Ye Jie hesitate was whether the bond between him and Lin Hanyan could support a powerful Nether Spirit Magical Treasure? If it was only of the ninth or eighth grade, it would be a laughing stock. Not only would he lose the competition, but even Lin Hanyan would probably not escape punishment.

Ye Jie was a little embarrassed: "The Lord of the Demon Palace is still watching. If the competition fails, you will be implicated as well, and you can only die to atone for your sins. Ren Changhong and I are deeply involved and it is difficult to get out, but it is different for you. It is not too late for you to leave now. If it is too late and the Lord of the Demon Palace is angry, who knows what will happen."

As if seeing Ye Jie's hesitation, Lin Hanyan smiled faintly: "No one has ever been willing to stand up for me. I have been in the Demon Palace for so many years, and all I have seen are greedy people who are greedy and mean. There has never been a Shura who regards his family as more important than himself. You are willing to risk your life for me, and I will help you!" Ye Jie was silent. Lin Hanyan was referring not only to his taking on the bait mission and finding out the real culprit who attacked Shura, but also to killing those Blood Demon disciples who blackmailed her. She remembered everything before.

After a while, Ye Jie finally said, "But you are not my family. It would be better for you if I could not escape this disaster and died unfortunately..."

As long as Ye Jie died, the puppet talisman on Lin Hanyan would be removed, and she would be free again. Logically, she should be happy to see this, but she ignored the risk of angering the Lord of the Demon Palace and took the initiative to come forward to help. It was obvious that she had already made up her mind.

Lin Hanyan pursed her lips and said sincerely: "I know that you have always been dissatisfied with me because of what I did in Tianxuan Palace. Although you don't say it, you have a lot of complaints in your heart. I have no choice in the Demon Palace. Now, I have understood the mistakes of the past. Your appearance has opened the door to another world for me. I also want to become your family. Please let me help you!"

After listening to Lin Hanyan's earnest words, Ye Jie was deeply moved. Like Ren Changhong, Lin Hanyan had been up and down in the Demon Palace for many years. She had forgotten what she originally looked like and what she originally pursued. Now, after going through hardships and being free of worldly desires, she had also found her true self. Even if she risked her soul being torn apart, she would still go on stage to help.

"Since you have made up your mind, I cannot disappoint you. I will accept your kindness! I am going to perform the Dark Spirit Divine Art. Please concentrate and hold your breath. Do not resist."

Ye Jie's eyes were determined. Lin Hanyan's determination gave the competition, which was in a deadlock, a better chance of turning defeat into victory. It gave him some hope of survival in the desperate situation. How could he refuse?

"Whether we can survive this or not, you are now a member of our family! The Secret of the Underworld!"

As Ye Jie shouted loudly, Lin Hanyan's delicate body dissipated like smoke, and then condensed into shape in his hands. The smoke was floating, like a dream.

On the side, Su Miao was shocked: "The magic weapon actually appeared in the hand, could it be... the sword of the soul?"

The Dark Spirit Sword is the most demanding of the Dark Spirit Divine Art. The Dark Spirit magic weapon condensed from it is far more powerful than the others. It can be said to be the core power of the Dark Spirit Divine Art.

The third-grade artifact in Su Miao's hand, the Miaoyin Soul-Captivating Sword, is the product of the Nether Spirit Sword.

Now, seeing the magic weapon transformed by Lin Hanyan appear in Ye Jie's hands, how could she not be surprised? Could it be that the Shura that suddenly rushed onto the stage was Ye Jie's sword?

Soon, when the magic weapon was condensed, the scene in front of her made Su Miao slightly relieved. It was not a sword, but a thin rope. The rope was dotted with glittering waves and covered with a layer of mist. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary object. This made Su Miao's heart, which had just been put at ease, hang again.

"What rank of magic weapon is this? Hurry up and make a judgment!"

Anxious Su Miao had no choice but to look at Di Ting who was sitting at the side leisurely. Di Ting was not anxious at all and spoke slowly: "Don't worry, let him make the statement himself. I am only responsible for judging whether what he says is true or false."

Su Miao felt humiliated and could only pout and look at Ye Jie impatiently, wanting to hear what he had to say.

Ye Jie sighed with emotion, and gently stroked the rope in his hand, "Fourth-grade magic weapon, the Misty Waves Rope!"

"Fourth rank? Haha, is this your trump card? It seems that the victory of this competition belongs to the Nether Spirit Palace!"

After learning about the grade of the Yanbo Haomiao Rope, Su Miao chuckled. Her laughter was pleasant and moving, and it also contained a sense of relief.

The three Netherworld magic weapons on Ye Jie, including the Misty Waves Rope, were only of the fourth rank at best. How could they compare with the third rank Miaoyin Soul-Captivating Sword in her hand? She was sure to win this competition!
At this time, three loud bell sounds were heard by everyone, which meant that the competition time was over and everything was settled!

After winning the competition, Su Miao felt refreshed and elated. Seeing that Di Ting had not announced the result for a long time and looked embarrassed, she could not help but urge him: "Why don't you announce the result of the competition? Don't make the other hall masters wait anxiously, especially Hall Master Mo Luo!"

On the main seat, Moro still looked like he didn't care about anything. After hearing what Su Miao said, the mockery in his starry eyes became even stronger: "What are you anxious about? Isn't the result of this competition a draw?"

"Draw?" Su Miao was stunned and quickly looked at Di Ting who was standing beside her. "The Equalization Hall has always been famous for its fairness and impartiality. You can't deliberately make a verdict contrary to the facts just because of the power of some people!"

However, Di Ting shook his head and said, "This competition did end in a draw. That's true. But due to the agreement, the result of a draw may not satisfy the hall masters..."

"A draw?"

Ye Jie breathed a sigh of relief. The result of a draw couldn't be better. At least it meant that several people's lives were saved.

Su Miao was anxious: "How can it be a draw? Which magical weapon does he have that can compare to my Miaoyin Soul-Captivating Sword? Have you forgotten that my Miaoyin Soul-Captivating Sword is a third-grade artifact?"

Seeing that Su Miao was still pestering him, Di Ting snorted in annoyance, "The magic weapons derived from the Demon Palace are the fourth-grade Qi Guan Changhong Hanging, the fourth-grade Xingyue Linglong Moth, and the fourth-grade Yanbo Haomiao Rope, with a grade of 444. The magic weapons derived from the Nether Palace are the third-grade Miaoyin Soul-Captivating Sword, the fourth-grade Baiwu Juanyun Boots, and the fifth-grade Jianghong Taisheng Flower, with a grade of 345. If we take out a single magic weapon for competition, the result is one win, one loss, and one draw. Isn't it a draw?"

Su Miao was stunned. She didn't expect the result to be like this. How could she accept it? She kept saying, "No matter what, I also evolved a divine weapon. We both won, lost, and tied. Shouldn't the divine weapon have more advantages? I should have won!"

Di Ting was quite impatient: "The competition of the Nether Spirit Divine Art is not the result of one person's strength, but the result of teamwork! Even if you have condensed a divine weapon, you can only win a small game. For the overall competition, it still depends on the level of all the Nether Spirit magic weapons. A draw is a draw, why bother?"

Ye Jie coughed dryly. A draw was undoubtedly the best outcome. It would allow everyone to give an explanation to the Lord of the Demonic Palace and avoid him dying to apologize. It would also preserve the main account of the Nether Spirit Palace. He then spoke:
"Fairy Miaorou, since the competition ended in a draw, I think we might as well take a break and wait a few months before competing again..."

Before Ye Jie could finish his words, Su Miao angrily interrupted him, "A draw? How could my attainments in the Nether Spirit Divine Art be inferior to those of a second-level Shura like you? If we don't severely defeat the Demonic Palace today, I don't know what more outrageous demands you will make in the name of a draw in the future. A draw is impossible, we must determine who is better today!"

Ye Jie's proposal of a draw was ruthlessly rejected by Su Miao. This situation made Ye Jie feel helpless. A draw was obviously the best result, but Su Miao was determined to cut off the idea of ​​the Demon Palace and make sure that Ye Jie and his men were defeated and returned in disgrace!

(End of this chapter)